Jenny's Couch, Book 5 Chapter 21

Work was a mess. A bunch of stuff got screwed up that had to be unscrewed by end-of-day because a the report had to go to the EPA before tomorrow or we'd pay some monster fines. So I was stuck at the office downfucking other people's fuckups, pretty much my least favorite way to earn a living. I had to call Cindy and cancel our date at the roller rink. She didn't sulk or anything, but her disappointment was plain. I actually called it a win that she didn't try to hide her emotions from me, given that hiding had become an ingrained survival strategy when she lived with her birth father. As a partial apology - and because I sure didn't feel like cooking - I got takeaway from her favorite Chinese place on the way home. It was almost eight by the time I walked in the door. I trudged up the stairs to drop my bag in my office. The kitchen was dark except for a single candle burning in a sconce on the table. And Lilah was on the table, her bare feet spread wide, in a deep squat so the candle flame almost touched her vulva. Her eyes were closed and her mouth worked silently, making her tusks ring quietly together. She moved her stance slightly and I realized she was centering the flame under each of the silver grommets that pierced her labia in turn. She was too close to the flame. There was no odor of burning flesh - thank god - but it had to be hurting her. "Lilah!" I exclaimed. "What are you doing?!"

The nine-year-old turned her tattooed face to me and opened her eyes - they looked solid black in the dim candlelight. "Tethting," she slurred.

"Testing what?" I demanded.

"Theeing if the pain hurth. It doesn't hurt. I'm thtill a monthter, but ith okay."

"Jesus Crisco," I muttered. "Come here." I grabbed the child under one arm and palmed her tiny bald pussy with the other hand, lifting her up and off the table and..."OW!" I yanked my hand away, leaving her dangling by her arm until I could set her on the ground. I looked at my palm. There were six circular red marks on it. Lilah snickered as I stepped around her to the sink and ran cold water on my hand.

"Hurry up," Lilah said. "Thindy's waiting for you."

As the cold water soothed my burned hand I really looked around for the first time. On the table next to the candle was a piece of notebook paper and on it, written in Cindy's swooping, over-precise cursive, were the words "This way" with an arrow pointing to the stairs. There was a trail of torn scraps of red construction paper on the table, continuing along the floor to the landing and up the stairs. "They're rothe petals," Lilah informed me helpfully. The naked nine-year-old tugged on my free hand with one of hers - with her other she was carefully running her finger up and down her slit, coaxing out clear juice that sizzled quietly as droplets ran into the metal-rimmed holes that punctured her cunt. I left the sack with our dinner on the table and headed upstairs. The only light in the upstairs hall was a dim red glow from the open door to my bedroom. I turned the corner and stopped, my breath catching in my throat.

Cindy reclined on her side across my bed, one hand propping up her head, one knee bent and her foot resting on the opposite calf. Her hair was artfully tousled and she was wearing makeup for the first time ever, so far as I knew. She must have had assistance from Karen because the cosmetics were heavy and unsubtle. With the raccoon eyes, heavy contouring and the bright red lipstick already smeared on her teeth, she looked kind of clownish but at the same time I found the juxtaposition of whorish face paint with her prepubescent body to be intensely erotic and I felt my pulse in my penis as it firmed to press against my thigh. Her puffy pink nipples made little peaks against the sleazy fabric of the semitransparent babydoll nightie I had bought her, and it was clear she wasn't wearing panties. Her pale, smooth little penis was stiff and quivering in time with the low thrum of the silver vibrator the little girl had shoved up her ass. Her eyes lit up when she saw me and she held out her hand, palm up, fingers slightly curved. "Oh, Mister, I'm so glad you're here," she said. Her best imitation of a woman's throaty romantic purr was risible but I knew it was worth my life to laugh at the ten-year-old. "I'm so horny," she breathed. "I need your cock so bad. Come fuck me, Mister, fuck me like the little slut I am!" She was cribbing her lines from the cheesiest of the porn Lilah watched but in her high child's voice it went straight to my backbrain. In a trice I was kneeling on the bed with no memory of crossing the room or stripping down to my boxers but there I was. I lifted Cindy and brought my mouth to hers. She wrapped her legs around my waist and hunched herself against me as her lips opened and her tongue thrust forward to meet mine. I pushed my arm underneath the hem of her nightie and stroked the smooth, unblemished skin of her back, then reached down to jiggle the vibrator humming in her backside. Cindy moaned into my mouth.

I broke the kiss and gazed into the ice blue of the little girl's eyes. "Are you sure, kiddo? I wouldn't hurt you for anything."

Cindy looked uncertain but determined. "I've been practicing with Renee a lot. Yesterday she used her penis that she said was almost the same size as yours. It didn't hurt." I looked skeptical. I had heard her cries from her bedroom while I was working downstairs, and they hadn't sounded like pure unalloyed pleasure to me. "It didn't!" she insisted. "...much."

"We'll go slow," I said. "But let's start with a little of...this!" I threw Cindy down on the bed, lifted up her nightie and blew a giant raspberry into her belly. Her shrieks of laughter turned into moans as my mouth traveled down to engulf her penis. I sucked it down to the root, all three inches or so of it, savoring the taste of clean flesh and baby powder. I twirled my tongue around the smooth shaft, then pressed up so her cockhead rubbed back and forth against the ridges of the roof of my mouth. Cindy's moans became frantic as I grabbed the vibrator and swirled it around and around in her ass.

The little girl was writhing so violently it was hard for me to keep her dick in my mouth and I could feel it twitching and straining towards climax when at the absolute most inopportune moment, I had a parental-type thought. I spit out her dick, eased the vibrator out of her twitching asshole, and asked, "Did you finish your homework?"

"Yes!" Cindy answered instantly, a little too defiantly. I looked up into her face. She broke eye contact. "Mostly," she mumbled, looking away.

I knew that look. "You didn't start it, did you?"

She sighed. "No. But, I just felt so...ready. Can't we do this first, and then I'll...?"

It was tempting but I was figuring out that if you're going to both molest and raise a child, you can't cede power to them in either side of the relationship. So despite the aching need in my own organ, I rolled away from Cindy. "No, sweetie, you know the rules. Schoolwork comes first." A thought struck me and I smiled. "But there's no reason it can't be fun. I was saving this for your birthday, but I think you can have it now..."

Cindy sat across from me at the dining table that had been repurposed into my desk. She frowned over a math worksheet, thumping a fist softly against her temple as she worked through some two-digit multiplication problems. She was still wearing nothing but her babydoll and her bare butt squirmed on the wooden chair. It wasn't just that her butt was bare. As she shifted from cheek to cheek when she was momentarily sitting straight there was a low rattling sound. The sound came from the spiky capsule vibrator I had pushed up her ass. It was on its lowest setting at the moment, just enough to keep her aware that she was hosting an intruder.

"Finished!" Cindy smiled up at me, spinning the paper around so I could see.

"Okay." I thumbed the little remote. Cindy stiffened and her eyes opened wide. She rocked back in the chair as the low rattle became a frantic buzzing. One of her hands dropped to grab her twitching little erection. "Uh-uh!" I shook a finger at her. "Hands on the table!" I thumbed the remote back down to its lowest setting. She slumped in her chair and huffed out a little moan of frustration. I'd been playing this game with her through two subjects so far.

"Handth on the table!" Lilah repeated from where she was crouched naked under the table, and giggled. The next thing we heard was her fingers sliding wetly in and out of her tiny vagina.

"What's next?" I asked, ignoring Lilah's babbling and masturbating.

"Social Studies," Cindy said a bit glumly. "I haveta answer questions on the chapter." She pulled a textbook off the small stack next to her. I took pity on her and gave her a quick jolt from the vibrator after she finished each question. Each time I saw her hand twitch as she restrained herself from grabbing her aching penis. Between her big romantic event forestalled and the vibrator thrumming in her ass she'd been rock solid for over an hour and that was a long time even for a ten-year-old's plumbing. She was starting to sweat and shift uncomfortably in her chair. Her eyes were starting to get a little glassy and her handwriting was becoming erratic by the time the last question was answered.

"What's next?" I asked, as Cindy put the paper carefully into her Social Studies folder. At the same time I slowly pushed up the slider on the remote.

"Oh!" Cindy exclaimed as the vibrations in her ass became more and more intense. Her voice was breathy and there was a catch in her throat. "I'm...supposed to start reading a book for my next...book report."

"When is that due?" I asked. I had to repeat myself. Cindy was gripping the edge of the table with both hands and starting to pant.

"T...two weeks," she managed.

At that point I decided to give both her (and myself) a break. "You can start that tomorrow," I declared, standing up and exposing a rapidly growing erection poking out through my boxers. I took off the tshirt I had put on and tossed it at Cindy. She laughed and by the time she had clawed the shirt off her face I had come around the table. I pulled out her chair and boosted her up onto the table so she ended up on elbows and knees. "You don't need that toy any more," I told her as her nighty settled down around her shoulders. "Push!" Cindy giggled, then grunted. Her firm little buttcheeks flexed and then her asshole dilated slowly, revealing the knobbly green ball inside her rectum. She grunted again and her hole dilated further until slowly the ball emerged, each blunt knob popping through the muscle ring one by one, until the toy dropped into my palm. Cindy gasped and her dilated sphincter began to slowly shrink back towards its normal tightly closed wrinkle. Before it could do that I had grabbed a bottle of baby oil (yes, I have lube strategically cached in every room of the house), dribbled some onto my middle finger, and Cindy gasped as I pushed it into her ass, right up to the last knuckle, in a single motion. She made a noise like "ooo" as I pumped my finger while with the other hand I dribbled more baby oil on my erection. I spread it around with my free hand and then with those fingers fully greased up, added a second finger to Cindy's ass. She begin to whine softly as I pulled my fingers apart, gently stretching against the tension of her sphincter. It began to twitch, squeezing against the pressure from my fingers. "Are you ready, baby?" I asked.

I was still dubious, but Cindy's "Yes!" was emphatic. So okay, this would either be getting what she wanted or one of those learning experiences for her. I withdrew one finger and pressed my hand into the small of her back until she spread her knees further apart, lowering herself to close to the right height. I still had to put one knee on the chair to get a couple of extra inches. When I moved my hand to grip my cock and aim it I left a shiny oil handprint. I took out my other finger and gripped the child's slender waist as I socketed my cockhead against the warm flesh between her cheeks. Then I slowly pressed forward. I felt Cindy flex and her butthole dilate, making a hot ring around my peehole but nowhere near wide enough. I kept pushing. Her sighs turned to a groan that went up in pitch and volume as slowly my cockhead penetrated. When only the crown remained visible I gave a quick little rabbit-thrust and Cindy yelped "OW!" as my cockhead disappeared and her bunghole closed up around the shaft.

"Okay, there?" I asked, letting go of my penis to massage her oily lower back. The heat of her ass soaked into my cockhead making me flex involuntarily against the squeezing over her overstretched sphincter and drawing another groan from the ten-year-old. Her breath gusted out on a "Y...yes!" and then another "Ow!" as I started to press forward.

"We can stop," I said. I truly didn't want to hurt the child. I wanted her to enjoy anal sex with me as I looked forward to many years of it with her.

"No!" she gritted out. "I...I want your cock. I want all of your cock!"

More pr0n dialog, but it had the desired effect. Hearing a ten-year-old girl beg me to violate her anus, no matter how rehearsed the line, drove my lust for her and I continued increasing the pressure until I overcame the resistance and slowly my shaft started to disappear between Cindy's coffee-and-cream-colored asscheeks. Every few seconds I let up on the pressure for a moment, and a red ring appeared around my shaft as her anus everted slightly, then I pushed again. "Ow, ow, ow," Cindy chanted breathily but she was committed and didn't ask me to stop or even slow down. Her voice went up in pitch until it was a wordless soft howl as I slid ever-deeper. Her rectum was hot and greasy and rough as it squeezed and flexed around my invading organ. There was maybe an inch and a half remaining outside when her head snapped up and the rest of her breath came out in a loud yelp. I stopped, tentatively pressed again and got another loud "OW!" in response. Okay, we had reached maximum depth.

I could see us reflected in the powered-down flatscreen on the wall. Cindy's face was screwed up in more than discomfort and there were tear tracks down her heavily-rouged cheeks. I withdrew slowly, or tried to. Her asshole was so tight I had to put the heel of my hand above our juncture and apply pressure. Cindy moaned as I pulled, feeling every ridge and bump of her rectal walls as they squeezed my out. I stopped with only my cockhead still fully embedded, and pushed. Hard. Cindy's breath whistled out and she began puffing and blowing like she was giving birth instead of being assfucked. She kept it up as I reached maximum depth again and stopped. "Are you sure you want this, little girl?" I asked, and there was an edge in my voice I hadn't meant to be there, but she was so hot and tight, my passion was rising for all my intentions to go slow and be considerate.

No sooner had she half-whispered "Y...yes," than I grabbed her with both hands around Cindy's slender waist - my thumbs almost met in the small of her back - and started fucking her ass in earnest. Her voice rose and fell in a breathy ululation as I pumped in and out, in and out, plowing her ass until the resistance of her sphincter lessened. Anal juices and lube started leaking from the loosening seal and the sound of my cock sliding across her rectal tissues got louder and wetter.

"How do you like getting fucked, little girl?" I snarled theatrically. Cindy had no response except to grunt explosively as I gave an exceptionally hard thrust. I reached under and found her stiff little penis bouncing up and down, slapping against her belly on each thrust. I grasped the shaft with thumb and middle finger and rubbed the head with my oily pointer finger. Cindy's head snapped up and back, her curls bouncing off her shoulders. Her eyes went wide and her mouth fixed in an "O" as an orgasm overtook her without warning. She froze except for her ass pulsing and clenching me even more tightly and her penis twitched and shivered in my grip. Then she went limp and sprawled belly-down on the table.

Cindy made a moan of complaint as I pulled my still fully-erect cock out of her. Her anus clung to me and then popped back, leaving her asshole gaping wide. She lay still, arms and legs spread wide, her head turned to the side and pressed against the table. One ice-blue eye regarded me.

Lilah startled me by popping up from under the table right next to me. She leaned forward and sucked Cindy's tight hairless scrotum in her mouth and I could see her tongue working against it. To my surprise, Cindy giggled. "Tickles," she husked as Lilah continued to tongue-bathe the older girl's perineum and then gum around the rim of her dilated sphincter.

I picked Cindy up in a fireman's carry. Lilah took one of her hands and followed us, babbling at Cindy behind the curtain of her light-brown curls hanging down. I only took her as far as the kitchen table, though, where I moved the lit candle aside and lay her down on her back on the formica surface. Cindy wiped sweat out of her eyes with her arm. Her pink puffies rose and fell rapidly with her panting and sweat shone on her body in the lambent candlelight. I grabbed her ankles and folded her double and she moved her shoulders to bring them in front of her legs. Her eyes widened as she felt my cockhead press again against her asshole. "Go slow, I'm sorRRAH!" Her plea turned into a yelp as I pushed forward. She yielded much more easily now and I slid into her smoothly until I hit the end and was rewarded with a loud "OW!" I backed off and started thrusting again, making Cindy's small body bounce back and forth on the smooth tabletop. While I was reaming the ten-year-old, Lilah padded in from the other room. She kept one hand planted firmly in her crotch, two fingers pistoning noisily in and out of her little peach. With the other, she started tickling the soles of Cindy's feet where they bounced upturned next to her ears. With a surprised bark of laughter Cindy tried to straighten out but I held her at the backs of her knees so all she could do was lift her feet and wave them around. Being tickled and sodomized at the same time was overwhelming for the little girl. She twisted violently on the table but she could escape neither Lilah's flicking fingers nor my thrusting cock. Her round face got red and her cries got ragged.

I piled on further by wrapping my fingers around her penis. It was hot and achingly hard and Cindy jerked as my fist closed around it. She keened as I swept my thumb back and forth across the purple head peeking out of the top of my gripping fingers. "Oh Mister, oh Mister, oh MisteEEEEEEE!" Cindy squealed and her ass clamped down on me as another orgasm swept through her body. I grunted as I suddenly couldn't move inside her - her ass just clung to me as I pulled back. So I contented myself with pushing in harder, making Cindy grunt and twitch with each thrust.

As her climax faded, Cindy went limp. Her legs flopped down to dangle off the table. Her body was bathed in sweat now. Her face was red. Her lipstick was smeared all around her mouth and her mascara was running. She was breathing in huge gasps. She groaned as I grabbed her around the waist and slowly withdrew. Her penis jumped and bobbed as my cock scraped over her insides. When the head popped out, her asshole was red and slightly swollen and didn't close up immediately. Cindy reached down and gently probed around the rim with a finger, wincing. "Are you ok, little girl?" I asked. I rested my still-hard erection atop her own child-sized stiffy. "Do we need to stop?"

"No," she gasped out. "I want...I want...you!"

"You've got me," I smiled. I picked her up and held her to me. Her body felt hot and damp against mine. Her arms and legs dangled limply and she rested her head against my shoulder, smiling. I headed for the stairs with Lilah capering and babbling around us, one hand still busy at her cyborged crotch.